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In the forgotten shadows of a dying world, a boy named Kael clawed his way through ruin and ash, never knowing the stars themselves would one day bow to him.

He rose.
Higher than kings.
Higher than gods.
Until he became the sovereign of all things—
The architect of the Omnigenesis,
The master of perfect creation,
The ruler of a multiverse without flaw.

But even eternity cracks.

From the fractures of Kael's own making, chaos spilled forth.
Legends born from his discarded dreams.
Rebels forged from his forgotten failures.
Factions of madness, entropy, and rebellion now war for the shattered pieces of his crown.

And as the Fractured Crown spirals into infinite war, Kael faces the question no god dares ask:

Is eternal rule worth the death of wonder?
Or is the end of everything the only true freedom left?

In a saga of endless realities, impossible powers, and the war beyond infinity, only one truth remains:

Legends never die. They only fracture.

Ancient Legends: Crown of the Endless Fracture

And a boy walking through the ruins of forgotten gods.

The Wastes of Eryndor stretched endlessly around him, a graveyard of broken empires and sunless skies. Ash fell like snow. The wind whispered in dead tongues. What light remained came from the distant fires of dying stars, too weak to touch the earth.

Just another forsaken scrap of flesh and bone, drifting between the carcasses of forgotten kingdoms.

But even there, where the world had long since stopped caring, signs of the future were waiting.

He passed beneath the shattered arch of a once-great temple.

Etched into the crumbling stone were symbols, worn and half-buried in dust.

A spiral of fractured glass—a mark later known as the crest of Lysara the Shardmother.

Nearby, a rusted bell lay on its side, cracked in two.

If Kael had struck it, perhaps it would've sung the first note of the Endless Melody, long before the Howler King would ever exist.

Further on, a weathered mural, barely visible under centuries of grime, showed figures sewing the air itself together with silver thread.

One of them looked disturbingly familiar.

As though Syllen Voidstitch had been watching this road long before Kael ever walked it.

And in the distance, a shadow on the horizon shifted in the ash—a figure that vanished the moment Kael turned his head.

A silhouette wearing a smile too wide, flickering like a dream half-remembered.

Some would later say that was the first appearance of Kaelenis the Forgotten Dream, keeping silent watch over the boy who would someday awaken gods and break worlds.

But Kael saw none of these things.

And the weight of a sky that pressed down like an unspoken promise.

Like the final whisper of a dying world.

"You are meant to become the end."

Only the bones. Only the sky. Only the ruins of a thousand forgotten futures.

"One day," the voice said, "you will decide whether everything deserves to end... or begin again."

Kael coughed out a laugh. A broken, bitter thing.

> "You've got the wrong person," he muttered into the wind.

"I'm just a corpse that hasn't figured out how to fall over yet."

But deep inside, a spark took root.

For the first time, Kael imagined a life beyond the next stolen meal.

Beyond the next night beneath the rubble.

A life where the world answered to him.

Where no one was ever Forsaken again.

And as the ash drifted, Kael took another step.

One step closer to the moment when the crown would fracture, and the legends would rise from the wreckage.

Prologue- Before the Fracture